He walked up to Luo Qiao and rubbed her head: "What are you angry with? Huh?"

Luo Qiao opened his hand: "Did someone come just now?"

Shen Jikong raised his eyebrows lightly: "Is there?"

Luo Qiao carefully observed his expression. She could only guess through the reaction of the maids. When stopped by them, she finally had time to smash the crystal ball down, and was forcibly brought here afterwards.

Luo Qiao glanced at this collection room. The sound insulation effect should be very good. She has been making noise here for a long time, but there is no response outside.

Shen Jikong's hand slowly slipped and landed on her cheeks. The dim light made his facial contours deeper. He cast his eyes down at her and said slowly: "I originally wanted to wait a few days for the event. The wedding seems to be better now, so as not to have many dreams at night."

Luo Qiao raised her eyes: "You will give me time if you said it."

Shen Jikong gently rubbed her cheek: "Well... the feelings can be cultivated slowly."

His little liar is too popular, and more and more people will come to her.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

...

The car drove steadily on the road, his sub-pilot sat in the co-pilot, and turned around and said to Ming Siran: "So it seems that Shen Jikong's girlfriend is not Miss Luo Qiao.

They guessed wrong? Does Miss Luo Qiao's disappearance have nothing to do with Shen Jikong?

Ming Siran did not speak, he turned his face away, unbuttoned a button with his fingers, revealing a slender and tight neck, his brows were lightly twisted, and he looked a little impatient.

Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Ming Siran frowned, his eyes indifferent: "Let people keep staring."

"Yes."

Looking at his face, his subordinates knew that he was very worried about Luo Qiao and stopped talking.

In the next few days, Shen Jikong stayed in the manor most of the time, occasionally going out, accompanied by the petite and weak woman.

Ming Siran flipped through the photos taken by his men. The woman was holding the man's arm, and the two looked loving and intimate, and very happy.

"According to recent investigations, this future Mrs. Shen's surname is Yang, and her single name is Ning. She is the daughter of a wealthy foreign businessman. The two met abroad. Shen Jikong fell in love with her at first sight. The relationship between the two quickly warmed up. The wedding is held."

He glanced at Ming Siran. This Shen Jikong seems to have been sweet to his fiancee at present, and has nothing to do with Miss Luo Qiao’s disappearance. Except for the vague clan emblem which is somewhat similar, there is no other evidence to prove that Miss Luo Qiao is with him. related.

Ming Siran looked at the photo in his hand, did not speak, but slowly tightened his brow.

...

The wedding was in an orderly preparation. In the manor, Shen Jikong raised his hand and sprinkled the bait into the small pond.

He was in a good mood and walked along the smooth road of the manor without rushing, "How is the wedding scene set up?"

"It's almost done, but... Master." The subordinate said: "Miss Luo Qiao is always unwilling to cooperate. It may be a little troublesome at the wedding scene by then. What does the master plan to do?

Although the master doesn't plan to invite other guests, he cannot always tie the bride to the scene.

Shen Jikong heard the words, lowered his eyes and smiled: "Let's follow her."

As long as she is here, it doesn't matter if she is fit or not.

That night, in Shen Jikong's room, the doorknob turned slightly, and a snow-white foot stepped on the carpet without making any sound.